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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
Anakelly,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Archie Shepp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Lalann,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.