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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Chrome,
Von Mondo,
Visage,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.