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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Prince Buster to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Hot Snakes,
The Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill,
The Techniques,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monks,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Spandau Ballet,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echospace,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.