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 Senegal 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Lungfish to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
Buzzcocks,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Aural Exciters,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monks,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
The Gladiators,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Mantronix,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Move,
Shoche,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.