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 Liberia and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Schoolly D,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
the Soft Cell,
Television,
The Count Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neu!,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Con Funk Shun,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bluetip,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Michelle Simonal,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.