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 Kosovo and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Metal Thangz,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Offenders,
Sam Rivers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Altered Images,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.