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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Iggy Pop to the rock 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Surgeon,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Mr. Review,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Technova,
Goldenarms,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Bob Dylan,
Television,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.