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 Burundi and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacob Miller,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Sex Pistols,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Pylon,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Order,
Hashim,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.