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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
China Crisis,
La Düsseldorf,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Black Sheep,
Michelle Simonal,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.