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 Philippines and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Holt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
The Selecter,
The Cowsills,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Ice-T,
Black Moon,
Robert Görl,
Charles Mingus,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Q and Not U,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Au Pairs,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
The Trojans,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.