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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Quando Quango,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
Television,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Womack,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.