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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Jeff Mills,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed,
Mad Mike,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Bush Tetras,
Archie Shepp,
The Techniques,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.