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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Red Krayola,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Yaz,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.