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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Certain Ratio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joey Negro,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Erykah Badu,
The Move,
David McCallum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alton Ellis,
cv313,
Bang On A Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.