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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Gong,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flash Fearless,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.