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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 organ 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Almond,
The Pop Group,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stockholm Monsters,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Glenn Branca,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Skaos,
Yaz,
The Kinks,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.