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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Bill Wells,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Barracudas,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.