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 United Kingdom and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Duran Duran,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
Scrapy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Trumans Water,
Au Pairs,
Intrusion,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
The Trojans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.