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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Nas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
LL Cool J,
L. Decosne,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Flipper,
Ultravox,
The Gories,
Arthur Verocai,
Jacob Miller,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Fad Gadget,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
Groovy Waters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.