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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
Interpol,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.