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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Average White Band to the rock 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Khruangbin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Wire,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erasure,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Gun Club,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.