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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
The Monochrome Set,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Slick Rick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Ludus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
The Buckinghams,
Fatback Band,
Can,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
The Music Machine,
Smog,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Theoretical Girls,
Brass Construction,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.