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 Russia and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Section 25,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
Soul II Soul,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Joyce Sims,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Rod Modell,
Television,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Pulsallama,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.