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 Poland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Normal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Echospace,
CMW,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Fear,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Chris Corsano,
Icehouse,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.