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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motions to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Japan,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ohio Players,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
R.M.O.,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.