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 Senegal and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Charles Mingus to the dance 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Buzzcocks,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Y Pants,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Leonard Cohen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Unwound,
Banda Bassotti,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.