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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
Can,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Kaleidoscope,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Jesper Dahlback,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Nas,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
The Gap Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Moss Icon,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.