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 Liberia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Excepter,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronnie Foster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masters at Work,
The Vogues,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.