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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Stereo Dub 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Inner City,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Theoretical Girls,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Basic Channel,
Freddie Wadling,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
Ponytail,
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Blackbyrds,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.