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 Latvia and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Ice-T,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
Technova,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Circle Jerks,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Young Marble Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Ronan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.