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 Panama and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
H. Thieme,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
The Dirtbombs,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Wolf Eyes,
Delta 5,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.