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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Gap Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brand Nubian,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Outsiders,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Yusef Lateef,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
cv313,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dead C,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Wire,
D'Angelo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.