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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grime 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Vainqueur,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
This Heat,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.