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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
Lakeside,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Roxette,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Moebius,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
Japan,
World's Most,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
X-101,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.