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 Zambia and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Susan Cadogan 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed,
Massinfluence,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Altered Images,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Livin' Joy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.