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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
X-Ray Spex,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Moby Grape,
The Remains,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Enemy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crime,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Wake,
The Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.