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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pere Ubu to the grime 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Pierre Henry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
The Busters,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Das Ding,
Minutemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.