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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Minutemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.