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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
Malaria!,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
Bluetip,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Altered Images,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.