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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Funky Four + One,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dead C,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Smog,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.