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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Porter Ricks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Litter,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Rekid,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
James White and The Blacks,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Crime,
Mandrill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.