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 Kenya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Echospace to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
DJ Style,
Simply Red,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Hasil Adkins,
Q65,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arthur Verocai,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Bush Tetras,
The Sound,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
The Techniques,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
EPMD,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.