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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Gories to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Fuzztones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Pole,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Slick Rick,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.