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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the punk 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Yaz,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Quantec,
The Gladiators,
The Cramps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scrapy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.