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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Slave,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.