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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The New Christs to the electroclash 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Pagans,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Shoche,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.