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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
John Foxx,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.