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 Brazil and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
D'Angelo,
Alison Limerick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Wings,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jawbox,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Index,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Clear Light,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.