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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
The Mummies,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Names,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.