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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Nico to the rap 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Scan 7,
The Velvet Underground,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Arcadia,
Hot Snakes,
Monks,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Cluster,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.