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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Toni Rubio to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Rakim,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Warren Ellis,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Index,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
Maleditus Sound,
Bauhaus,
Yaz,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.