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 Jamaica and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rap 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Graham Central Station,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Anakelly,
David McCallum,
Groovy Waters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Stereo Dub,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Aaron Thompson,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Sneak,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.