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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Stooges,
Terrestrial Tones,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
MC5,
Interpol,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar,
Moby Grape,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Grauzone,
John Coltrane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Starr,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
LL Cool J,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cameo,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.