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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Ludus,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Marvin Gaye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
Slave,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
Country Teasers,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Adolescents,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
David Axelrod,
Monks,
Jacques Brel,
Pussy Galore,
The Beau Brummels,
The Blues Magoos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
In Retrospect,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.