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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Yusef Lateef,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Blake Baxter,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.