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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 The Residents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wings,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
ABBA,
Arthur Verocai,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.