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 Guyana 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Todd Terry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
Magma,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Slave,
Urselle,
Barbara Tucker,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.