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 Panama and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Buzzcocks to the funk 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 Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
X-Ray Spex,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Kas Product,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.