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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Brothers Johnson,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Black Moon,
Massinfluence,
Jeff Lynne,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
The Dirtbombs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.