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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
John Lydon,
Qualms,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Hardrive,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Underground Resistance,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
X-102,
Mars,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Moleskins,
Quantec,
Ossler,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.