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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Metal Thangz,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
The Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Saccharine Trust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.