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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantytec,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Barbara Tucker,
Hashim,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Adolescents,
Marmalade,
Fear,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agitation Free,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Judy Mowatt,
Television,
Organ,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.