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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Wally Richardson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Visage,
John Holt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
Joyce Sims,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Ituana,
Slave,
Vainqueur,
Cluster,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Prince Buster,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.