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 Iran and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Copeland,
Gang Green,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Sandy B,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Davy DMX,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.