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 Kenya and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 MDC 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
kango's stein massive,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Janne Schatter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moby Grape,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
The Gories,
The Cure,
The Leaves,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.