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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Robert Palmer 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blues Magoos,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
the Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
The Monks,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
The Standells,
The Fugs,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.