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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Inner City,
Hoover,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Scan 7,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Martian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.