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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
the Human League,
Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
The Move,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.