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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 CMW to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Rekid,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.