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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
The Beau Brummels,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Bill Wells,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Panda Bear,
Harry Pussy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camberwell Now,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.