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 Cyprus and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grime 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantytec,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Derrick Morgan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Nico,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Monks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.