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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
The Cure,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dawn Penn,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.