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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 David Axelrod to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drexciya,
The Remains,
Skaos,
the Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.