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 Benin and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Newcleus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Angry Samoans,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Siglo XX,
Idris Muhammad,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Darondo,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Supertramp,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
JFA,
ABC,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.