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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Lalann,
The Moody Blues,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Sonic Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.