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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
Gabor Szabo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Rod Modell,
Mission of Burma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
James White and The Blacks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Bizarre Inc.,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
Peter and Kerry,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
KRS-One,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Sällskapet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Junior Murvin,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stetsasonic,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
Cal Tjader,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.