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 Lithuania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Excepter 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
Amazonics,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
Brand Nubian,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.