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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the dance 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
The New Christs,
The Fuzztones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
The Move,
Ituana,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Don Cherry,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.