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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.