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 Malaysia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins to the dance 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Franke,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
H. Thieme,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
June Days,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Can,
Gang Green,
Agent Orange,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.