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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gichy Dan,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
8 Eyed Spy,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.