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 Mexico and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Massinfluence,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
The Associates,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Skriet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultravox,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Thee Headcoats,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.