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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.