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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
The Selecter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Roxette,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.