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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
A Certain Ratio,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
June of 44,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.