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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Kevin Saunderson,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Alison Limerick,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cowsills,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Black Moon,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
JFA,
Crispy Ambulance,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.