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 Malta and from Accra.
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 Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Janne Schatter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
The Birthday Party,
Unwound,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Nik Kershaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
Deepchord,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.