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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Black Moon to the crunk 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Vainqueur,
Gregory Isaacs,
Charles Mingus,
The Cowsills,
Ken Boothe,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Slick Rick,
Alphaville,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
The Gap Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
The Smiths,
Depeche Mode,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.