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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Normal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Symarip,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Nico,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Moebius,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Circle Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Cameo,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.