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 Chad 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
Spoonie Gee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Procol Harum,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
UT,
Altered Images,
Aloha Tigers,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dead C,
Drexciya,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.