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 Japan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scratch Acid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
UT,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.