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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rap 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Audionom 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 funk 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
These Immortal Souls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang On A Can,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
New Order,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.