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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Black Moon,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.