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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 CMW to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
DNA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
Wire,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.