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 Yemen and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Franke,
Altered Images,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.