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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Max Romeo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Shoche,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.