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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
cv313,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
Easy Going,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Scrapy,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Lou Reed,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fugs,
Stetsasonic,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.