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 Montenegro 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Danielle Patucci,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Motions,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The Monks,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Arcadia,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Golliwogs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Human League,
Au Pairs,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Outsiders,
Nas,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.