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 Finland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the crunk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Black Bananas,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.