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 Andorra and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
Shoche,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.