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 Brunei and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Severed Heads to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fat Boys,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hashim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sight & Sound,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.