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 Turkey and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Scrapy,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Duran Duran,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Roy Ayers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
World's Most,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The J.B.'s,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.