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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Make Up to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
The Happenings,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Hot Snakes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Freddie Wadling,
Roxette,
Warsaw,
DNA,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
Pagans,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
UT,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.