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 St Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
The Gun Club,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Anthony Braxton,
Banda Bassotti,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.