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 Cape Verde and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Can,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Lightning Bolt,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
Davy DMX,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.