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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Ralphi Rosario to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Ludus,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smoke,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.