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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the grime 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yaz,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Peter & Gordon,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cal Tjader,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Severed Heads,
Clear Light,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
The New Christs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spandau Ballet,
The Offenders,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.