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 Japan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
The Happenings,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Liliput,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.