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 Russia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet 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 grunge 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay 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?
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
Motorama,
48th St. Collective,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sam Rivers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Marmalade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Jawbox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.