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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Scratch Acid,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
Unrelated Segments,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
The Young Rascals,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Radio Birdman,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
Amon Düül,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.