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 Turkey and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Standells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MC5,
Erasure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Slave,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
A Certain Ratio,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.