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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gap Band to the crunk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang of Four,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
the Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Kaleidoscope,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.