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 India and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Chris & Cosey to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
F. McDonald,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
The Fall,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Eddi Front,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.