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 Congo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Severed Heads to the crunk 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
PIL,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Minutemen,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Fat Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eurythmics,
Wings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
the Normal,
Marc Almond,
Severed Heads,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.