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 Togo and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Davy DMX to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Fluxion,
Lucky Dragons,
Eli Mardock,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
AZ,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Little Man,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Wings,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.