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 Saudi Arabia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Can,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
The Count Five,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang On A Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
Johnny Clarke,
John Lydon,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.