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 Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Sneak,
the Sonics,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eli Mardock,
Sparks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Buzzcocks,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.