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 Finland and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the techno 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Fatback Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
the Normal,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Nas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scion,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Starr,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ituana,
Sonic Youth,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Almond,
The Birthday Party,
Juan Atkins,
Ohio Players,
the Bar-Kays,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.