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 Georgia 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Todd Terry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.