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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker,
Ronan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Sam Rivers,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Kenny Larkin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.