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 Ecuador and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 La Düsseldorf to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
David McCallum,
Crime,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Deadbeat,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
World's Most,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Bar-Kays,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalann,
Matthew Halsall,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.