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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Monolake 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
The Birthday Party,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
James White and The Blacks,
New Order,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
E-Dancer,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Index,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dual Sessions,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
Maurizio,
Bad Manners,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Style,
Sandy B,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.