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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Brick,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Sight & Sound,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
T. Rex,
John Foxx,
Fatback Band,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MDC,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.