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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Young Marble Giants,
X-101,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Can,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Icehouse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Association,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.