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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the techno 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Yellowson,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
A Certain Ratio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pagans,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.