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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Tubeway Army,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
FM Einheit,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Darondo,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Porter Ricks,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.