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 Singapore and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Groovy Waters,
The Cowsills,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Happenings,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
New Age Steppers,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Lightning Bolt,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.