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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the rap 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ice-T,
The Beau Brummels,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
CMW,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.