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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
The Doors,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Grass Roots,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
MC5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Glenn Branca,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Surgeon,
Pole,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gabor Szabo,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.