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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Josef K to the electroclash 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Yusef Lateef,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.