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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Rites of Spring to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Metal Thangz,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
The Mojo Men,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Rosa Yemen,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.