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 Philippines and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Connie Case,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neu!,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joey Negro,
David Bowie,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Carl Craig,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.