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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.