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 Mali and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Magazine,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Von Mondo,
Supertramp,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scratch Acid,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.