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 Tunisia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Boz Scaggs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Sparks,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boredoms,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.