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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magma,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Franke,
Cluster,
Moss Icon,
Black Moon,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Wolf Eyes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Grey Daturas,
Cybotron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Wally Richardson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.