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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
The Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
the Human League,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maurizio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.