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 Bulgaria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Holt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Joyce Sims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
The Tremeloes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.