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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
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 Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
Youth Brigade,
The Happenings,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Tommy Roe,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Negative Approach,
The Vogues,
Moby Grape,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Wake,
Whodini,
New Order,
UT,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.