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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Soft Machine to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Audionom,
Monolake,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Five Americans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Pagans,
Joey Negro,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Velvet Underground,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.