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 Czech Republic and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Dark Day,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Velvet Underground,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.