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 Kosovo and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
Radiohead,
Jacques Brel,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
EPMD,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Kayak,
AZ,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Lindisfarne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jandek,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.