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 Nicaragua and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mojo Men,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Dual Sessions,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Ludus,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Clarke,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.