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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
X-101,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Anakelly,
Rod Modell,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Motorama,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tres Demented,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Oblivians,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.