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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gong,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Porter Ricks,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.