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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Dual Sessions 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Pole,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Michelle Simonal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.