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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
Clear Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Ken Boothe,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.