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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Cure,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.