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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Bush Tetras to the grime 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Sound Behaviour,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
The Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.