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 Nauru and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MDC,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.