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 Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Morten Harket 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Scrapy,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
Black Moon,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Rosa Yemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Unwound,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.