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 Saudi Arabia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stereo Dub to the grime 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton 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?
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Spandau Ballet,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Fear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eurythmics,
Jawbox,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.