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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Mad Mike,
Essential Logic,
Wire,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Can,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Janne Schatter,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
Angry Samoans,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.