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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Make Up to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Martian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Brand Nubian,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
June Days,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.