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 Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Skaos,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Brothers Johnson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ralphi Rosario,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Isaac Hayes,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Procol Harum,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.