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 Iraq and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Bobby Womack,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.