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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
The Dirtbombs,
Television,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Fatback Band,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Audionom,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.