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 Lesotho and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 U.S. Maple to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Althea and Donna,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Fluxion,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Underground Resistance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.