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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Camouflage,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Davy DMX,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Silicon Teens,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Toasters,
Al Stewart,
Neu!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.