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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Nas,
Pylon,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Arthur Verocai,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eli Mardock,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.