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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
Siglo XX,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Wire,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Nas,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Inner City,
Lakeside,
Glenn Branca,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
H. Thieme,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Amon Düül,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.