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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Offenders,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun City Girls,
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Underground Resistance,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
OOIOO,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Frankie Knuckles,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.