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 Brazil and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Sonic Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Schoolly D,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Organ,
Ronan,
Althea and Donna,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
In Retrospect,
Wings,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Little Man,
Silicon Teens,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Soul II Soul,
Audionom,
The Blues Magoos,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.