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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Boredoms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Mark Hollis,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Steve Hackett,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
The Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Nirvana,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.