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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Albert Ayler to the rap 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cheater Slicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
48th St. Collective,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
Intrusion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grey Daturas,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.