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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Derrick Morgan,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Magma,
Moss Icon,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Slick Rick,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
The Standells,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.