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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Robert Hood to the disco 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Youth Brigade,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Trumans Water,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.