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 Albania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Cybotron,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Lydon,
Ludus,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Deakin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.