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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
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 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Khruangbin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Popol Vuh,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
KRS-One,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Darondo,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.