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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Black Pus,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Scion,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Todd Terry,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
MDC,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fall,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
the Human League,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Terry Callier,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.