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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Dawn Penn,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Simply Red,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.