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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Swell Maps to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Fela Kuti,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Television Personalities,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.