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 Congo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
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 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 Negative Approach to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Brick,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Mandrill,
T. Rex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.