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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Severed Heads,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Stereo Dub,
Sex Pistols,
The Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Pagans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.