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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the techno 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Main Source,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
the Association,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Pantytec,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.