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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Infiniti,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bronski Beat,
Albert Ayler,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Supertramp,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Surgeon,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brass Construction,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.