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 Iceland and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pierre Henry to the dance 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Make Up,
Joyce Sims,
Yazoo,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MC5,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Jawbox,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.