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 Iceland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 Sandy B to the disco 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Suicide,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun City Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Monolake,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
Eric Dolphy,
The Tremeloes,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ituana,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Albert Ayler,
Wings,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
The Remains,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.