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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Japan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Lindisfarne,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
Amon Düül,
Eddi Front,
Johnny Clarke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.