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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Flag 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Starr,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Warsaw,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Chrome,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Alton Ellis,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
The Evens,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Magma,
Flipper,
Avey Tare,
ABBA,
Mantronix,
Pagans,
Moby Grape,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.