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 Haiti and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Don Cherry to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Agent Orange,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Organ,
The Vogues,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Vainqueur,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
David McCallum,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.