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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Ronan to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Tom Boy,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.