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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 This Heat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
The Young Rascals,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Q65,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Knickerbockers,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Sandy B,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Eve St. Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.