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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fire Engines,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Pagans,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Foxx,
The Happenings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wolf Eyes,
Lindisfarne,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Surgeon,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.