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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
Nas,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Funkadelic,
Howard Jones,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.