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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ice-T to the dance 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Chris Corsano,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
Bush Tetras,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultra Naté,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erykah Badu,
JFA,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.