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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nirvana to the rap 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Finger,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
MC5,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Cramps,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
X-101,
the Association,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.