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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Neu!,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultravox,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
Maleditus Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
The Human League,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Wire,
The Gap Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.