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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minutemen,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Christie,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
ABC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.