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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bad Manners,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Malaria!,
Skaos,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Infiniti,
the Association,
Lyres,
Amon Düül II,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
The Fall,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.