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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Carl Craig,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
OOIOO,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
The Knickerbockers,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.