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 Dominican Republic and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Stiv Bators,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Crime,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.