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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soulsonic Force,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiohead,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.