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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Carl Craig,
The Fall,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Leonard Cohen,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.