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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Audionom to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Curtis Mayfield,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Can,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
the Bar-Kays,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.