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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Technova to the rock 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Scion,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tubeway Army,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brass Construction,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.