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 Guyana and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Roxette,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
Hot Snakes,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.