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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
the Human League,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Darondo,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maleditus Sound,
Parry Music,
Ice-T,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Pagans,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.