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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
the Association,
Ultravox,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.