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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Mandrill,
Faust,
MDC,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Slackers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joy Division,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Aloha Tigers,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
CMW,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Agitation Free,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.