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 Kuwait and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index to the crunk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
the Human League,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
X-101,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.