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 Mauritius and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Popol Vuh,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
Joe Finger,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
The Moleskins,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Panda Bear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Audionom,
Smog,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.