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 Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Associates,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Sam Rivers,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
ABC,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Cale,
Nas,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.