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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultra Naté to the jazz 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sarah Menescal,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Television,
Connie Case,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Roger Hodgson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Little Man,
The Saints,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
John Lydon,
Can,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
The Barracudas,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.