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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quadrant,
Juan Atkins,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Suicide,
Lalann,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
UT,
Camouflage,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.