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 Tajikistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Lalann to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Curtis Mayfield 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,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.