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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Smoke,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott Heron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.