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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Television to the techno 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bluetip,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.