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 Angola and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Mantronix,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.