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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Carl Craig,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
Easy Going,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Sun Ra,
The New Christs,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.