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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grey Daturas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Radio Birdman,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Newcleus,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.