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 Zambia and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Byrd,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dark Day,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
Brick,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.