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 Suriname and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Harry Pussy,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
cv313,
MC5,
The Saints,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Scion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Faraquet,
Nils Olav,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Ronan,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.