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 Malawi and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Lee Hazlewood,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Q65,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.