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 Syria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
LL Cool J,
Desert Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
The Gories,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grauzone,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reagan Youth,
The Blackbyrds,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Mad Mike,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Section 25,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.