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 Venezuela and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Franke,
The Cramps,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.