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 Argentina and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms,
The Invisible,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Monks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aloha Tigers,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Masters at Work,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Robert Görl,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fortunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.