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 Chad and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Frankie Knuckles to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Bootsy Collins,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
The Star Department,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Reuben Wilson,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Davy DMX,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gun Club,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.