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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Wings to the funk 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Stereo Dub,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Delta 5,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lakeside,
The Smoke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
The Victims,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Barrington Levy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Ken Boothe,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Marshall Jefferson,
Darondo,
Slave,
John Foxx,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.