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 the UAE and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Walker Brothers,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Can,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skarface,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Bob Dylan,
Aswad,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
DNA,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Inner City,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.