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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Moody Blues,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Massinfluence,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.