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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
the Association,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
The Standells,
X-101,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Mark Hollis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
Scion,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Ossler,
the Germs,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.