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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Procol Harum to the rock 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Roger Hodgson,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Cymande,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sound,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Fela Kuti,
The Pop Group,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.