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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lou Christie,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Warren Ellis,
Henry Cow,
The Last Poets,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Livin' Joy,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.