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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Tim Buckley,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Easy Going,
The Angels of Light,
Tomorrow,
Crime,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
John Holt,
PIL,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.