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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Skaos,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.