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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 jazz 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Alison Limerick,
Au Pairs,
DNA,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Heaven 17,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Tubeway Army,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.