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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Amazonics,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
DJ Sneak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harmonia,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.