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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Soul Sonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
The Seeds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
A Certain Ratio,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Royal Trux,
LL Cool J,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
X-102,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.