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 Turkmenistan and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the rap 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Index,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.