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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
The Fire Engines,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
One Last Wish,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.