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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
Procol Harum,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
Nico,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Make Up,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Television,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.