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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Trojans to the crunk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Ken Boothe,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
The Move,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
MDC,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.