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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
Easy Going,
Reuben Wilson,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.