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 Macedonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Fatback Band to the techno 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Idris Muhammad,
Pole,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
the Human League,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Cybotron,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.