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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 EPMD to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Q65,
Piero Umiliani,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Scion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
The Trojans,
Skarface,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Cramps,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Josef K,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.