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 Paraguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hot Snakes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.