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 Sri Lanka and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
Derrick Morgan,
Swans,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Hot Snakes,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Holt,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
Minor Threat,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
The Litter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.