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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed,
Aswad,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Stiv Bators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Trojans,
The American Breed,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
The Doors,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Scrapy,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
Popol Vuh,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
Heaven 17,
Mars,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.