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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Barracudas,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
The Fuzztones,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shoche,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Jandek,
PIL,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Pussy Galore,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wings,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.