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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rekid,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Idris Muhammad,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Index,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.