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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 Juan Atkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Litter,
Monks,
Motorama,
Silicon Teens,
Kayak,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Lower 48,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Qualms,
Black Sheep,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Negative Approach,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
The Dirtbombs,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
UT,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.