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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ken Boothe,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Monochrome Set,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
The Seeds,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Newcleus,
Public Enemy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.