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 Venezuela 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Sneak to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Depeche Mode,
F. McDonald,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rakim,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.