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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grandmaster Flash to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers 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?
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
The Fall,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Crime,
Pylon,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
Arcadia,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fuzztones,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nico,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.