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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Barry Ungar,
The Fuzztones,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Flipper,
Chrome,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Tom Boy,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.