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 Cuba and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Toni Rubio to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jandek,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Index,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Deepchord,
Mark Hollis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Yusef Lateef,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Matthew Halsall,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
The Last Poets,
Skarface,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.