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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Sound Behaviour to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Scrapy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Swell Maps,
The Happenings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Electric Prunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Crooked Eye,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Oblivians,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Goldenarms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.