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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Smog,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Clarke,
a-ha,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
Rakim,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Roy Ayers,
Minutemen,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
A Certain Ratio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Slick Rick,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.