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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Massinfluence,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Suburban Knight,
Gong,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Alice Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
The Cure,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Rapeman,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
The Zeros,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Delta 5,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.