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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Technova to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
AZ,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Dolphy,
Brick,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Niagra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Moebius,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Vladislav Delay,
Urselle,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.