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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Camberwell Now to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Spandau Ballet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.