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 Cuba 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Flesh Eaters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
T. Rex,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
Japan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Joe Finger,
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Ituana,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Whodini,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
The Music Machine,
Crime,
The Residents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Gong,
Janne Schatter,
Aswad,
Wings,
cv313,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.