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 Togo and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Offenders,
cv313,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Motorama,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Con Funk Shun,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Boredoms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Kurtis Blow,
Morten Harket,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
CMW,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.