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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Wally Richardson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Funkadelic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nico,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.