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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Siglo XX,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Donald Byrd,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Saints,
Fluxion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fatback Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Nik Kershaw,
Zapp,
Goldenarms,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.