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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Rapeman,
The Index,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lyres,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Schoolly D,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.