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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smoke,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Pulsallama,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Rakim,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.