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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Cluster to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
The American Breed,
Alphaville,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Easy Going,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.