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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-101 to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
Index,
Second Layer,
The Velvet Underground,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Sister Nancy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.