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 Rwanda and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
Eric Dolphy,
Al Stewart,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smiths,
Susan Cadogan,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick May,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.