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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott Heron,
MC5,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
AZ,
Joy Division,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Desert Stars,
Yellowson,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.