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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Searchers to the techno 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Urselle,
The Fugs,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Sound,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.