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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grime 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Marmalade,
Juan Atkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
Talk Talk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.