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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
The Smoke,
Reagan Youth,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
a-ha,
Hasil Adkins,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Don Cherry,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Bizarre Inc.,
Spoonie Gee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Faraquet,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.