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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Smog,
Ludus,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Schoolly D,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slackers,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Ituana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Yazoo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Sällskapet,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
The Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.