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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
Popol Vuh,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Lydon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Patti Smith,
Kayak,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.