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 Mauritania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
James White and The Blacks,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Fugazi,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Make Up,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boredoms,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Associates,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.