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 Gabon and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Litter to the dance 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Television,
Bauhaus,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Saints,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
cv313,
Camouflage,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.