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 Denmark 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joyce Sims to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
The Dead C,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
Arcadia,
The Residents,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Godley & Creme,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.