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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Josef K,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
E-Dancer,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
R.M.O.,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Marc Almond,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.