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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Holt to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
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,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
The Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
E-Dancer,
Model 500,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
Stereo Dub,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.