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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Mr. Review,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Lee Hazlewood,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television Personalities,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Faust,
The Victims,
Easy Going,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Grauzone,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.