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 Italy and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake,
Eric Copeland,
Lower 48,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sonics,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.