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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Skriet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
New Order,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Index,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
Unwound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
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.