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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
This Heat,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Los Fastidios,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.