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 Kazakhstan and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Fat Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
The Vogues,
Monks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Maurizio,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Can,
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.