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 Niger and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Byrd,
The Modern Lovers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Warren Ellis,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.