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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Ultravox,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Infiniti,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Joy Division,
Swell Maps,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Arthur Verocai,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
The Gap Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.