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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
Second Layer,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
The Smiths,
Moebius,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
MDC,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dual Sessions,
Au Pairs,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
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.