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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Letta Mbulu to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Delta 5,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.