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 Belarus and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Malaria!,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
Television,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Evens,
Magma,
Echospace,
Amazonics,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Crime,
JFA,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.