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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Faust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.