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 Guinea-Bissau and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grauzone to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Urselle,
Mark Hollis,
Pylon,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.