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 Kazakhstan and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Eating Sloth,
June of 44,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
AZ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Drexciya,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.