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 Sri Lanka and from Stockholm.
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 Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Kas Product,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
Crime,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Donny Hathaway,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
The Cramps,
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.