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 China and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fat Boys to the rock 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits 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?
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Piero Umiliani,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Joy Division,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
Organ,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Cluster,
The Slits,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Wells,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.