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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Qualms,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.