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 China and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
David Axelrod,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
UT,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.