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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scrapy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
James White and The Blacks,
Circle Jerks,
Black Moon,
Boz Scaggs,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
The Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Parry Music,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Martian,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
EPMD,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
DNA,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.