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 Kosovo 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Nas,
Brick,
Yellowson,
Altered Images,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Monks,
Flipper,
Kaleidoscope,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.