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 Armenia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Moebius,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pole,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skarface,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
The Saints,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
MDC,
Deadbeat,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.