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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Angry Samoans,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
The Kinks,
New Order,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yusef Lateef,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.