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 Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Goldenarms,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Harmonia,
Clear Light,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
48th St. Collective,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skarface,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.