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 Solomon Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Essential Logic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.