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 Thailand 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Royal Trux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thee Headcoats,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Rakim,
Can,
New York Dolls,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
cv313,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.