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 Mauritius and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Hashim,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Swans,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
World's Most,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Lou Christie,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Altered Images,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Procol Harum,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Moebius,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
48th St. Collective,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.