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 Nigeria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Avey Tare,
Mantronix,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.