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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Slick Rick,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Q65,
Minnie Riperton,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Warsaw,
ABC,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swans,
The Doors,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Alton Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
Second Layer,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Suicide,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.