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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Icehouse,
The Moody Blues,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Pantaleimon,
L. Decosne,
Idris Muhammad,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlback,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Mojo Men,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.