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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Hoover to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tres Demented,
L. Decosne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonic Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Cymande,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.