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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swans,
Y Pants,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
MDC,
Underground Resistance,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.