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 Iceland and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Ludus,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
John Cale,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.