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 Cameroon and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Shuggie Otis,
Gong,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Suicide,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Interpol,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cure,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crash Course in Science,
Gabor Szabo,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Aswad,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.