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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 The Happenings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
FM Einheit,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Procol Harum,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Von Mondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Robert Wyatt,
the Association,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.