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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Accadde A to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Carl Craig,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minny Pops,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.