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 Cambodia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
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 The Detroit Cobras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
Moebius,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Bauhaus,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.