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 Swaziland and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Womack,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
New Age Steppers,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Q and Not U,
The Fall,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
The Cramps,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.