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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 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 Whodini to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brick,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Moss Icon,
Stereo Dub,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Faraquet,
China Crisis,
Ponytail,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Davy DMX,
Magma,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacob Miller,
Glenn Branca,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.