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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Dawn Penn,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cameo,
The Move,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DNA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Alison Limerick,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.