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 India and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood,
Gabor Szabo,
Eli Mardock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tubeway Army,
Wire,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Qualms,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.