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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monochrome Set,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
DJ Sneak,
The New Christs,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.