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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Sound Behaviour,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scrapy,
the Fania All-Stars,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Pole,
John Lydon,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
Cybotron,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
The Modern Lovers,
John Cale,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Beau Brummels,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.