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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
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 808 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Kas Product,
Arcadia,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grey Daturas,
This Heat,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Todd Rundgren,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Cheater Slicks,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.