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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
UT,
Supertramp,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Terry,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
PIL,
Rapeman,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crime,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Goldenarms,
The Trojans,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.