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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the funk 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp,
Carl Craig,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hardrive,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Warsaw,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.