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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Silicon Teens to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Average White Band,
Q65,
The Misunderstood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MC5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.