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 Spain and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
T. Rex,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Niagra,
Althea and Donna,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Shuggie Otis,
B.T. Express,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.