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 Kiribati and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Technova to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Joe Finger,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
Yazoo,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Human League,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Brick,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
MC5,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.