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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
La Düsseldorf,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slick Rick,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
Alice Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.