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 Netherlands and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris & Cosey,
The Five Americans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott Heron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.