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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Japan,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
The Trojans,
Lindisfarne,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Sister Nancy,
Television Personalities,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Siglo XX,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
Junior Murvin,
Fela Kuti,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Slits,
Von Mondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aloha Tigers,
Skarface,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.