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 Mali and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Hasil Adkins to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Lalann,
Urselle,
Scion,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
OOIOO,
Ronnie Foster,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Cecil Taylor,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crooked Eye,
Peter and Kerry,
June Days,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.