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 Liberia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Invisible,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moby Grape,
Howard Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rekid,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
the Germs,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.