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 Liechtenstein and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Monks,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
X-102,
Fear,
Skaos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Mission of Burma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
T.S.O.L.,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.