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 Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Brick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Mo-Dettes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Gap Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Curtis Mayfield,
cv313,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.