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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Symarip to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
The Move,
Outsiders,
The Fugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Magma,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Fat Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Ronan,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.