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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T. Rex,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Masters at Work,
The Buckinghams,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.