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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Model 500,
Stereo Dub,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Saints,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Sonics,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.