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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Con Funk Shun,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.