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 Sudan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Black Bananas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
Newcleus,
Shoche,
E-Dancer,
Lungfish,
UT,
Maurizio,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
DNA,
Surgeon,
The Red Krayola,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.