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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Yaz,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Gabor Szabo,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.