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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 World's Most to the rock 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Liliput,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
Michelle Simonal,
K-Klass,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.