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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Cluster,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Suicide,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
World's Most,
Nas,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.