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 Syria and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
Massinfluence,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Japan,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Bush Tetras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Clear Light,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
The Busters,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
The Count Five,
Brick,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Henry Cow,
Fear,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.