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 Oman and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
June of 44,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bob Dylan,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
cv313,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Slave,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bluetip,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.