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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Brick,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Circle Jerks,
DNA,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
Gang Gang Dance,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.