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 Libya and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Sonic Youth,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Joensuu 1685,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Roger Hodgson,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Lyres,
UT,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Smog,
Todd Terry,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
PIL,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
Bobby Byrd,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.