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 Sudan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Yazoo 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
T.S.O.L.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Association,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Little Man,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Walker Brothers,
Second Layer,
China Crisis,
June Days,
Deakin,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Procol Harum,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.