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 Vietnam and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Ohio Players,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
Sound Behaviour,
Visage,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brick,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.