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 Georgia 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Adolescents,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Litter,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.