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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Man Eating Sloth,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-102,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.