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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Nico,
Pylon,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The New Christs,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
FM Einheit,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.