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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 John Foxx to the disco 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
The Count Five,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Drexciya,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Ludus,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiohead,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.