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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the techno 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
UT,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Reuben Wilson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Last Poets,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Severed Heads,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Ossler,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Hashim,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
The Busters,
E-Dancer,
Avey Tare,
Warren Ellis,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.