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 Denmark and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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-ha to the rock 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
The Slackers,
the Swans,
Groovy Waters,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.