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 Slovakia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Davy DMX to the techno 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Panda Bear,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Dead Boys,
Godley & Creme,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Drexciya,
Japan,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.