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 United States and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Camouflage,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
New Order,
Mars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.