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 Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Howard Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Shuggie Otis,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
DNA,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eurythmics,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.