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 Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Clear Light,
Masters at Work,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.