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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eve St. Jones 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Visage,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nirvana,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
Quando Quango,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
F. McDonald,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.