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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Metal Thangz to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
The Gun Club,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Siglo XX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Parrish,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Eddi Front,
Delta 5,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.