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 Barbados and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Yellowson to the funk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Mission of Burma,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Quadrant,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Aural Exciters,
Trumans Water,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Darondo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.