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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Inner City,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television,
the Germs,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Mr. Review,
Infiniti,
Freddie Wadling,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.