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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
The Divine Comedy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Y Pants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Graham Central Station,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.