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 Pakistan and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
the Association,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Michelle Simonal,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shoche,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.