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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ice-T to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Black Sheep,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
In Retrospect,
Roger Hodgson,
World's Most,
PIL,
Organ,
Ronan,
The Barracudas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
The Toasters,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Audionom,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.