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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sparks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Spoonie Gee,
The Angels of Light,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Organ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
Radio Birdman,
Godley & Creme,
Radiohead,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.