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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Michelle Simonal,
Yellowson,
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Fear,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DNA,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Parry Music,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.