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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Gap Band to the disco 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Negative Approach,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.