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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
10cc,
Easy Going,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fortunes,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.