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 Greece and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Todd Terry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.