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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Soul II Soul,
Radiohead,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.