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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Rufus Thomas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nirvana,
Janne Schatter,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Don Cherry,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Soulsonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Main Source,
Pagans,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
The Doors,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Circle Jerks,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.