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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
UT,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Susan Cadogan,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Japan,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flamin' Groovies,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.