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 Denmark and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Cymande,
Pole,
T. Rex,
The Move,
Brothers Johnson,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
the Bar-Kays,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Scion,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.