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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Slave,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
The Knickerbockers,
Marine Girls,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
The Victims,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.