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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
the Slits,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.