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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Magma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Tommy Roe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Alice Coltrane,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Technova,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.