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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Pagans,
the Soft Cell,
Lucky Dragons,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Christie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Carl Craig,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.