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 Nigeria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grime 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Bananas,
Ossler,
Lee Hazlewood,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Glenn Branca,
Hot Snakes,
Anthony Braxton,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.