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 Yemen and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
X-Ray Spex,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Dave Gahan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.