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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Crash Course in Science,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Popol Vuh,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
The Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Jeff Mills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.