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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June Days,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Japan,
Warren Ellis,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Wings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
The Associates,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.