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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Brass Construction,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Moby Grape,
Soulsonic Force,
Mantronix,
Bang On A Can,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Lydon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Symarip,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.