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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Janne Schatter,
Faust,
Motorama,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
MC5,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
The Motions,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Symarip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.