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 Marshall Islands 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb 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 Yusef Lateef to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Gun Club,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Nas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.