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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
The Residents,
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Slave,
DNA,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
The Moleskins,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
Dark Day,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.