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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Neu!,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Move,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Lakeside,
Pet Shop Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agitation Free,
New Age Steppers,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
John Coltrane,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.