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 Eritrea and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Tears for Fears 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Brick,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Blues Magoos,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.