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 Algeria and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
the Sonics,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Pole,
New York Dolls,
Khruangbin,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Suicide,
The Zeros,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Josef K,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
The Kinks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.