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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Robert Hood,
Cal Tjader,
Alphaville,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
KRS-One,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.