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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Soul II Soul,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Gang of Four,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
The Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Trojans,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erasure,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harmonia,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.