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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
Metal Thangz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Prince Buster,
Don Cherry,
Brothers Johnson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Joe Smooth,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Barrington Levy,
Dual Sessions,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Rosa Yemen,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.