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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amazonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Technova,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Mars,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
The Leaves,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sound,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.