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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Monolake,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Monks,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visage,
Das Ding,
Patti Smith,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Nick Fraelich,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.