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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 David Bowie 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 Sun Ra to the disco 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
Eddi Front,
The Golliwogs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cluster,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
Simply Red,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
The Offenders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.