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 Lebanon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 The Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
The Fugs,
Q and Not U,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Danielle Patucci,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultra Naté,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.