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 Singapore and from Bologna.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
The Smiths,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
The Saints,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Offenders,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.