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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
The Fugs,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Barrington Levy,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
The Cowsills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
The Trojans,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.