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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Echospace to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mojo Men,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
Technova,
Althea and Donna,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scion,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.