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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Popol Vuh,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Malaria!,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Accadde A,
Dave Gahan,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Saints,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
The Vogues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül II,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
The Buckinghams,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slave,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.