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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
Dave Gahan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lower 48,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Hardrive,
Pylon,
Rakim,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Juan Atkins,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Nils Olav,
Buzzcocks,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.