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 Suriname and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
Quadrant,
Monks,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalann,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Groovy Waters,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
The Dead C,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grauzone,
Unrelated Segments,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.