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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ten City,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Public Enemy,
Funkadelic,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
F. McDonald,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
DNA,
Hardrive,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hasil Adkins,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.