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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
Lyres,
Pulsallama,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Juan Atkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Visage,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.