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 Tajikistan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 Hoover to the disco 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lindisfarne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Iggy Pop,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Talk Talk,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.