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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
the Germs,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.