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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
the Swans,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
ABBA,
Model 500,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Kayak,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.