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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Davy DMX,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
Pole,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Monks,
This Heat,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Bluetip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Star Department,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.