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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Graham Central Station to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Organ,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
New Order,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television,
Ituana,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Spoonie Gee,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Kaleidoscope,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.