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 Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
The Smiths,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Silicon Teens,
Mantronix,
The Fuzztones,
The Angels of Light,
The J.B.'s,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Bad Manners,
Donald Byrd,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
Hardrive,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.