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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Howard Jones,
In Retrospect,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Selecter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Fear,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Radio Birdman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dave Gahan,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Trojans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.