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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Davy DMX,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Lungfish,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Rapeman,
Cybotron,
The Beau Brummels,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.