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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rock 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Crime,
Black Moon,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Los Fastidios,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Sandy B,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
David Bowie,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
Symarip,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Make Up,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.