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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
Liliput,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
UT,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Arthur Verocai,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.