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 Bolivia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Roxy Music,
Connie Case,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Crime,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
The Seeds,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Siglo XX,
Country Teasers,
Harmonia,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Surgeon,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Mars,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.