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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Animal Collective,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Scan 7,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Parry Music,
Harmonia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dave Gahan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Bill Near,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Circle Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.