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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Names to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
the Human League,
Franke,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Mummies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
The Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.