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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Teasers,
Mantronix,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
Joe Smooth,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Sällskapet,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Fall,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.