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 Albania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Offenders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cymande,
Brick,
Minnie Riperton,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
the Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Niagra,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Sun City Girls,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.