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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kurtis Blow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Kas Product,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Scientists,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.