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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Mandrill,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Deadbeat,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Yaz,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
JFA,
Hot Snakes,
Alphaville,
Japan,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.