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 Moldova 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 China Crisis to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
Average White Band,
The Selecter,
Gang of Four,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
The Birthday Party,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Cymande,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Dead Boys,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.