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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Todd Rundgren,
Fela Kuti,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Technova,
The Litter,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Don Cherry,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.