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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 These Immortal Souls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Sheep,
The Barracudas,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Black Moon,
Ice-T,
Brick,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Newcleus,
PIL,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Second Layer,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
CMW,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.