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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül II,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Aaron Thompson,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Television,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Easy Going,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wally Richardson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tim Buckley,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.