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 Swaziland and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grime 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Pole,
Model 500,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
Whodini,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deadbeat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alice Coltrane,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
Jacques Brel,
DNA,
The Wake,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.