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 Liechtenstein and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Derrick May,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
Monolake,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Pole,
Sugar Minott,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.