Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Leonard Cohen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agent Orange,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Organ,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Lou Christie,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.