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 Italy and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Mad Mike,
Anakelly,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Rekid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Quantec,
Darondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Normal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Hill,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.