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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eddi Front to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Scion,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
Procol Harum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
June Days,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.