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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
The Fall,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donny Hathaway,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.