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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grime 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
R.M.O.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
UT,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Urselle,
Chrome,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
Quando Quango,
Tim Buckley,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fear,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.