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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Names,
Reagan Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Archie Shepp,
Quando Quango,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Teasers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Music Machine,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.