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 Somalia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Alton Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
Vainqueur,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
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.