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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Tommy Roe,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Sun City Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
cv313,
Chrome,
Lightning Bolt,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.