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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Neu!,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
John Holt,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Main Source,
Smog,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shoche,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Q65,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.