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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Tommy Roe,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
CMW,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Silicon Teens,
Tubeway Army,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
The Sound,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.