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 Lebanon and from Taipei.
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 Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 EPMD to the electroclash 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Dirtbombs,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Scion,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
Quantec,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Qualms,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.