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 Libya 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
F. McDonald,
Crash Course in Science,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Yaz,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Pulsallama,
Fatback Band,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.