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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Crash Course in Science to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Shuggie Otis,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
the Bar-Kays,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Jeff Lynne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Slave,
Maleditus Sound,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
CMW,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Quantec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.