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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Steve Hackett,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Mummies,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
One Last Wish,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Swans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.