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 Turkey 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
Dennis Brown,
The Cure,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
New Order,
Sparks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
Fluxion,
Smog,
New York Dolls,
Section 25,
The Vogues,
These Immortal Souls,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.