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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moody Blues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The Human League,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
The Electric Prunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Age Steppers,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Rakim,
Country Teasers,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Kayak,
MDC,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.