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 Greece and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Radiohead,
Franke,
X-102,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Jandek,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
Brass Construction,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.