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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nas,
June Days,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Technova,
Bill Near,
The Misunderstood,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Wings,
Cluster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monochrome Set,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
Joensuu 1685,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.