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 Spain and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lungfish to the techno 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Wings,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boz Scaggs,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.