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 Ecuador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Skriet,
Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Roger Hodgson,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.