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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New York Dolls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.