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 Pakistan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Quadrant,
Roger Hodgson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
The New Christs,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Bronski Beat,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Symarip,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
John Holt,
Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.