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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Normal,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Slits,
Ten City,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
The Victims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
Bluetip,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.