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 Japan 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Symarip 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Section 25,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Soul Sonic Force,
Motorama,
Blossom Toes,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.