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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Whodini to the jazz 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken 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?
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Television,
Model 500,
Crooked Eye,
Fear,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Bronski Beat,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.