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 Benin and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Robert Palmer 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Index,
the Germs,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Clear Light,
Pole,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Hood,
The Associates,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Gang of Four,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Darondo,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.