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 Brunei and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cameo,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Ituana,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
The Gladiators,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.