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 Czech Republic and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Symarip,
The Pop Group,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marvin Gaye,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joensuu 1685,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
The Neon Judgement,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
The Selecter,
48th St. Collective,
MDC,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Kenny Larkin,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.