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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Goldenarms to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Saccharine Trust,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Jawbox,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.