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 Tanzania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
The Monochrome Set,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Danielle Patucci,
Sixth Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.