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 Korea North and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Panda Bear to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
The Martian,
Crime,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
The Cramps,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Juan Atkins,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Duran Duran,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
Oneida,
The Saints,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.