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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Black Sheep,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
MDC,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Ten City,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.