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 Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Zapp to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Audionom,
Tres Demented,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Barracudas,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
K-Klass,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
The Mojo Men,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.