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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 cv313 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
Hardrive,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Chrome,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.