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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Nico,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Monolake,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.