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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Marble Giants 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Delon & Dalcan,
Visage,
the Germs,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Toni Rubio,
Pere Ubu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amazonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Technova,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.