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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Althea and Donna to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chrome,
The Gories,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Kool Moe Dee,
Los Fastidios,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Lucky Dragons,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Sight & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
The Names,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.