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 Namibia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Josef K 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
The Doors,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Roger Hodgson,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.