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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Mission of Burma,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Subhumans,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
R.M.O.,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Cybotron,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.