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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Cymande,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Sällskapet,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fugs,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Dawn Penn,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cluster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Marine Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.