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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brand Nubian to the jazz 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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Techniques,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
Byron Stingily,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Main Source,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pretty Things,
Rod Modell,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Barbara Tucker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.