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 Eritrea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Blancmange,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tom Boy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Robert Görl,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Joey Negro,
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
JFA,
10cc,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.