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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Albert Ayler,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
New Age Steppers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.