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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
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 Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mad Mike to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band 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?
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads,
Visage,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flash Fearless,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Christie,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Index,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Rakim,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.