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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Pop Group,
Popol Vuh,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Model 500,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
cv313,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Q65,
X-101,
David Bowie,
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
The Star Department,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.