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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MC5,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
CMW,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Count Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Duran Duran,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.