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 Seychelles 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.