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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
The Sound,
Roxette,
The Wake,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Velvet Underground,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Niagra,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.