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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pagans,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.