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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Harmonia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
R.M.O.,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.