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 Slovakia and from Edmonton.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
The Walker Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.