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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesper Dahlback to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Wings,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Mandrill,
H. Thieme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Swans,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.