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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Harry Pussy to the disco 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Black Pus,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
The Victims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Chrome,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Charles Mingus,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Japan,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
Inner City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dennis Brown,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.