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 Cameroon and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s.
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 H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.