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 Tunisia and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Theoretical Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Crime,
X-101,
Bootsy Collins,
Michelle Simonal,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
Radiohead,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.