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 Cuba and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Don Cherry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lindisfarne,
Grauzone,
Josef K,
Lou Christie,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Fluxion,
World's Most,
John Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Moebius,
Brand Nubian,
Maurizio,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
The Residents,
Quando Quango,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Colin Newman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.