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 Botswana and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Liaisons Dangereuses 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Pantytec,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Reagan Youth,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Roger Hodgson,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
The Busters,
Television,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.