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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eden Ahbez to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire 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?
Kevin Saunderson,
Mr. Review,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Malaria!,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Nation of Ulysses,
Youth Brigade,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Fluxion,
Patti Smith,
Y Pants,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Stiv Bators,
Henry Cow,
Ohio Players,
Michelle Simonal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Boredoms,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.