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 Denmark and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
UT,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Donald Byrd,
Schoolly D,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.