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 Benin and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
cv313,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
Fear,
CMW,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Brand Nubian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Mission of Burma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Velvet Underground,
Adolescents,
Wire,
Rekid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.