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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the rap 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
Scientists,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Audionom,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
Joyce Sims,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.