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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
The Associates,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.