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 Kiribati and from Mexico City.
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 Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Glenn Branca to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls 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?
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Junior Murvin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Victims,
Amon Düül,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
B.T. Express,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.