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 Uganda and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Judy Mowatt,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fall,
Technova,
Make Up,
Neu!,
The Neon Judgement,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Maurizio,
Jacques Brel,
Stetsasonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.