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 Nauru and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the dance 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Newcleus,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
China Crisis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
FM Einheit,
Young Marble Giants,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.