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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the punk 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
AZ,
John Holt,
Shoche,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DNA,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
JFA,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
kango's stein massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.