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 Kazakhstan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Surgeon,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Jerry's Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Monks,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
La Düsseldorf,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Swell Maps,
Marmalade,
Rapeman,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Visage,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.