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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
The Human League,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mojo Men,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
Organ,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.