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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
Audionom,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Maurizio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Tubeway Army,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
The Trojans,
Index,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Cecil Taylor,
Deakin,
Monks,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Eli Mardock,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bluetip,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.