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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camberwell Now,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
DJ Style,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Parry Music,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.