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 Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lindisfarne,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.