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 the UAE and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
Niagra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
10cc,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roger Hodgson,
Dennis Brown,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Harry Pussy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
Mr. Review,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.