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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Standells to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
Wings,
Nation of Ulysses,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Joe Smooth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Magazine,
Al Stewart,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Mad Mike,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.