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 Philippines and from London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Danielle Patucci to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Section 25,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Flipper,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
Marcia Griffiths,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
UT,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Boz Scaggs,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.