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 Uzbekistan and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Alton Ellis to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magma,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Surgeon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pole,
UT,
The Slackers,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.