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 Brazil and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Sarah Menescal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donald Byrd,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Scan 7,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Al Stewart,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Black Dice,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Marvin Gaye,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.