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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
The Neon Judgement,
Todd Terry,
Monolake,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Searchers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.