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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Y Pants to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Zeros,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Steve Hackett,
Lower 48,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
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Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Pulsallama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.