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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Peter and Kerry,
Eli Mardock,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Sun City Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Style,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.