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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 The Fuzztones to the rap 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Rod Modell,
These Immortal Souls,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Spoonie Gee,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.