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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
The Selecter,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
Icehouse,
Bill Near,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gladiators,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Quando Quango,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.