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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
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 oboe 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Ronan,
Joensuu 1685,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
Little Man,
The Saints,
Fat Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Ludus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Juan Atkins,
Whodini,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Depeche Mode,
David McCallum,
X-101,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.