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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
The Durutti Column,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angry Samoans,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Public Enemy,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.