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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 LL Cool J to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Görl,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Don Cherry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Man Parrish,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.