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 Solomon Islands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Monks to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bad Manners,
The Count Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Sparks,
AZ,
Con Funk Shun,
Y Pants,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Blancmange,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Soft Machine,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.