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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cluster,
Soul II Soul,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Josef K,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Ituana,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
MC5,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
The Pop Group,
The Residents,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.