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 Andorra and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Public Enemy,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
10cc,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Can,
Cymande,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Moebius,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Young Marble Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Coltrane,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.