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 Chile and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marmalade to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Hardrive,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter & Gordon,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Quadrant,
Glenn Branca,
Pharoah Sanders,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alphaville,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Crime,
Amon Düül,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
The Names,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Janne Schatter,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
cv313,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Panda Bear,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.