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 Spain and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Darondo to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Echospace,
Suicide,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Monolake,
The Black Dice,
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.