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 Algeria and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Moss Icon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker,
Gong,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Junior Murvin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.