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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Qualms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slits,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.