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 United States and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 EPMD 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Arcadia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Skatalites,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
DJ Style,
Pole,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.