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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Skaos,
Goldenarms,
Eric Dolphy,
Desert Stars,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Japan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Lynne,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Brick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Motions,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.